she's a work in progress

[storywalks]

'it was the beginning of the end'
if they could see her now, what would the handful of AO3 users
that had commented on her fanfics think
with as cheesy an opener as that?

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[honestgirl]

[Her first "letter" is scrawled on her calf with pen despite the fact that there was a book with page after blank page at her side at all times. There was a lot she didn't do with that book. It wasn't used to make maps or an inventory list. It wasn't used as kindling. Even when she'd had a particularly rough bout of luck for a few days and she'd gone without food, the paper inside remained where it was. It worked out in the end...but it's exactly that sort of stubborn idiocy that made ditching her an easy decision for the last pair of survivors she'd been tagging along with. Well, screw 'em. They were the clear-out, gun-happy type of survivors instead of the quietly get what you need and avoid confrontation type, anyway.

Not like that weirdo on the outskirts of her vision. She'd only seen them a few times, and any attempt to casually make her way over only led to them disappearing. It was never a great idea to focus on them for too long. Her own scavenging and shelter-seeking had to take priority. Ryder's curiosity -- and, though it would be a fight to get her to admit it, her loneliness -- had made her waste too much attention on them today, and she was paying for it now that it was time to settle in. What a crappy place to bed down she'd found herself, and with only a smashed up protein bar to show for what efforts she could claim.

Hence her leg letter.]

If you're reading this, I'm probably dead,
but a zombie didn't eat my leg before you found my body. Awesome!
Sorry for lack of loot. :(
Press F to pay respects, etc. etc.

[Nailed it. Definitely the type of message to leave behind just in case it's your last day, everyone can agree. Time to sleep and hope she didn't wake up with teeth in her jugular or someone alive ready to stab her in exchange for the bag of nothing she was using as a pillow. Maybe if she saw tomorrow, she wouldn't waste what was clearly the start of a lucky streak and get a move on.]